Trash and Blossoms

I stood on the sidewalk and watched the wind turn
trash and blossoms into a living collage
the Brooklyn streets are dressed up like a fairy tale movie set
graffitied by some kid cuz it looked too perfect to stay untouched

everything is so messed up, everything is full of love

I take all the strength inside me and pour it out
without thinking how I'll survive
iron leaches from my skin, I'm left standing in porcelain
waiting for someone to break me so I'll know that I'm alive

everything is so messed up, everything is full of love

my jaw ached this morning, clenched up while I was dreaming
and the sun whispered me awake to the sound of traffic singing
I have nothing beyond today, no past or future bar my way
the chaos of these contradictions is all that brings me faith

everything is so messed up, everything is full of love